Beverly banner. [volume] (Beverly, N.J.) 1877-1964, 1887-05-07
THAT GRAHAM GIRL.

THAT GRAHAM GIRL.
Well, it's all over, and I'm glad of
it. never want to camp out again
as long as | livel Nor does Carry
hurry. To think what lovely time
we had anticipated, with Tracy Loring
the greatest catch of the year, along,
and only dear, for, stupid Mrs. Bart
lett for our chaperon There's no
knowing what might have happened
had it not been for that Greham girl.
She was governess to Mrs. Bartlett's
two children, Tom and Tiny (the worst
young ones that ever breathed } and
Mrs. Bartlett said that she couldn't
possibly think of trusting herself and
precious little ones into the wilderness
unless her dear, faithful Helen went
along. So, of course, Helen Graham
went, and so did Tracy Loring, Cara
hurry, the two Avery girls, and their
collegian cousins, Max and Will Col
Inns.
1t was jolly fun at first, for during
the journey on the cars Cara and ]
managed to secure Tracy ourselves.
Then we went by stage ten miles to a
lonely farlnhouse-a jumping-of place,
as Tracy called it-where we were to
get the guide and boat which were to
take us up Lake Moosetic-dear me, |
can never remember those horrid In
dian names But never mind. Tracy
said that he didn't just like the looks
of our guide, but Cara and thought
him real romantic. His name was
Francisco, and he was kind of brigan-
dish-looking, you know, with flashing,
black eyes, swarthy complexion, and
long black hair. 1Sns he wore 9 soEt
VI picturesque Indian costume. He
talked a good deal to us girls, and
rolled his eyes, and made up jingling
bits of poetry that didn't sound bad.
Tom Bartlett said that he smelled of
onions and poor whiskey, but Tom was
always making horrid speeches. How
ever, this time he wasn't so far out of
the way, for, if you'll believe it, we
hadn't been camping out week before
that rascally guide went off and left
us in the midst Of bowling wilderness
fifteen miles from any living soul.
Took our boat, tool And we had to
make our own fires, and cook our own
meals, and all that-things which we
had paid him to do. Mrs. Bartlett is
over 40, but she doesn't know thing
ab5ut housekeeping, for her husbands
sister who lives with her, sees to every
thing. AS for the Avery girls, they
never enter a kitchen, nor do Cara
and l. Tracy Loring knew more than
we did, for he could make delicious
coffee as we'll as broil fish. 1t was late
in the afternoon, with a cold rain and
wind storm coming on, so that it
wouldn't have been prudent for the
gentlemen to undertake the long tramp
through the woods back to the Giles
farmhouse. Cara and | felt wretched-
ly. In the first place, we were con-
scious of looking drabbled and shabby
there's nothing like that to lower
wen ans spirits. You gee, we had no
idea Of what's wild, crazy woods were,
and so we had worn dainty suits, whose,
ruffies and puffs had soon became
crushed autographed. The Averys
were in the same fix. AS for that
Graham girl, she wore a plain, navy.
blue flannel gown, with short skirt and
blouse waist. We had all made fun
of her behind her back. but after day
or two we were forced to acknowledge
that she looked far more dainty and
tidy than ourselves. Anyhow, Tracy
Loring seemed to think her attractive,.
for, from the very first, he treated her
as an equal with Cara and me, and
she laughed and talked as freely as he
did. She never seemed to mind the
least hint, not even when one day Cara
threw out something about working
people knowing their place. AT first,
though, she drew herself up rather
stately (she has fine figured and
looked Cara straight In the eyes as it
to find out what she meant. then a
smile began dimpling the corners Of
D6T IiOubil, anu o.lC odAiS Vuo hiioCHiOf
ously:
When Adam delved and Eve span,
Who then was the gentleman
But to go back to the time the guide
left us. We had to have supper, Of
course, but what and how?
ave got some fish," said Tracy;
"and see that Max has picked some
blackberries. | can make the coffee.
but the rest of the culinary affairs I'll
have to leave it in the hands of you
| ladies'"
90, my goodness graciousl' groaned
Mrs. Bartlett, 81 never cooked meal
in all my life !" o
We all echoed he word, except
Helen Graham, who jumped up brisk
ly, saying: an try to fix something,
| though it won't be very elaborate, for
| fear our resources are limited. Pray
Mr.. Loring, what does our larder con-
tain p :
"Humph Mostly canned goods, |
believe. There are some loaves OF
bread, but" with sniff, "they look